Two women bone to bone
in lemon root-lace
revolve with the seasons
now leaf, now flower, now fruit.
I see her
still
trying to poke spoons
into her silver braids
gazing out the kitchen window
at her small patch
of forget-me-nots
It is a salmon sky tonight, my love.
I cut a serving from the west
and placed it on my finest china
with tendrils of spring green
and a slice of moon.
Are you hungry yet?
MA Rice University, is a former teacher, columnist, tech writer, publications manager, and grant writer, occupations she has engaged in from one end of the country to the other. When she moved to San Diego to take up Nana duty for her grandchildren, she returned to her favorite type of writing—poetry.